Michail adjusted the strap of the duffel bag slung over his shoulder as he approached the familiar house. It had been six months since the divorce was finalized, and he’d put off coming to collect his remaining belongings for far too long. His ex-wife, Marie, had texted him the night before, insisting he come by at 11 a.m. sharp to grab his boxes from the garage. He’d assumed she’d be at work, as usual, leaving him to han...